Weight Watchers by Soft Touch
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“Come on guys, quit messing around!” Sammy looked at the semi-circle of six guys who were slowly backing him up toward the big bed. Sammy couldn't believe it. All of these guys were on the wrestling team with him. They trained together, went to school together, and ate lots of pizza together. But now all of their faces looked like some kind of weird monsters.
“We warned you Sammy,” Tom the Team Captain said. “You got yourself disqualified in our last match because you were six pounds out of your weight class. Tomorrow’s the Championship and we're not taking any chances.”
“But I promise,” Sammy whined. “I won't eat no more except for maybe breakfast and you know lunch and maybe just one snack.”
“Get him!” Tom commanded.
All six wrestlers surged forward and suddenly there were hands grabbing Sammy all over and pushing him back until he felt himself falling back onto the big bed.
“Take down—two points!” Chris yelled.
“Hold his hands and I'll rope him!” Cowboy yelled.
“Yea, and if he don't hold still, maybe we'll brand him!” That was Squirrel the lightweight with that silly “Nuch-nuch-nuch!” laugh of his.
Sammy was a powerful wrestler, but he was no match for six other wrestlers all at the same time, and soon there were tight ropes holding his hands together, and more tight ropes holding his socked ankles together, and Sammy was feeling really scared.
“Okay, now for his mouth,” Tom instructed.
“No, you can't do nothing to my mouth!” Sammy whined.
But then two of the bigger wrestlers used their strong hands to clamp Sammy’s lips together and then the Squirrel climbed up over Sammy’s body and began plastering this great big sticky piece of tape all over Sammy’s mouth.
Sammy panicked! He couldn't move his mouth at all and now there was no way for any food to get in. They couldn't leave him like this! If he couldn't move his mouth pretty soon he might get lockjaw or something!
“All right Sammy, we want you to just lie quietly there,” Tom said. "Try to go to XXXX. The time will go by faster. Remember it is still a long time until tomorrow night’s match.”
“Yea, and Squirrel’s going to keep an eye on you, ain't you Squirrel?”
“Nuch-nuch-nuch sure!”
Squirrel settled into a chair to keep an eye on Sammy while everybody else trooped off into the living room.
Sammy lay back on the bed and sighed through his nose while he tried to ignore the pain of the ropes around his wrists and his ankles. Poor Sammy hadn't had anything to eat except for those four meat loaf sandwiches and the two packages of cup cakes he ate for lunch. But that was hours ago and now Sammy imagined he could feel his trousers getting looser around his waist.
Then Sammy heard the sound of pop-tops sXXXXping open and then his sensitive nose smelled pizza coming from the other room. They were torturing him! It wasn't fair. Those other guys on the team had those really fast metabolisms and they could eat anything they wanted. All poor Sammy had to do was to look at a cup cake and he gained two pounds.
And then it wasn't long before Sammy’s stomach began to growl louder and louder. And it wasn't long after that when his stomach really began to hurt. He had to have some food!
Sammy lifted his head and looked over to where Squirrel was sitting in the chair. The skinny lightweight had his head buried in one of those comic books that he was always reading. Maybe…?
Sammy struggled to turn his bound body around on the bed. Then ever so slowly he began inching his way toward the foot of the bed. If he could just get down onto the floor, maybe he could slip past the Squirrel and slip into the kitchen. There were knives in the kitchen that he could use to cut these awful ropes. And there was food in the kitchen! So Sammy painfully inched his way down over the bed, but –
“Help…! Hey you guys!” Squirrel yelled. “He’s heading for the kitchen!”
There was a thunder of heavy feet running into the bedroom. Then poor Sammy was being grabbed from all sides and pulled back up on the bed.
“I got some more rope!” Cowboy cheered.
Then the other wrestlers held onto Sammy and made him hold still while Cowboy was happy to lash more rope between Sammy’s bound wrists and his bound ankles until poor Sammy couldn't lie down, and he couldn't sit up. He could only hunch over in a painful way on the bed.
“Sorry Sammy,” Tom told him when it is all over. “But it’s for your own good and the good of the team. We really need you tomorrow night. Now you be good and tomorrow morning we're going to let you have some Ojay and two slices of rye toast.”
Sammy sighed heavily into his gag. By tomorrow morning it would be too late. By that time he will have wasted away into almost nothing. Then the tears started to fall on Sammy’s cheeks. By tomorrow night, if he lived that long, he'd only be big enough to wrestle guys that were the skinny Squirrel’s size.
THE END
Sammy played by Mark
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/11/2006